by Nick Gisburne
I stagger through the chaos of my mind
To seek the source of what I have become
Despicable delusions, angry, blind
Disfigure all my dreams as they succumb
Release is inconceivable, I know
But misery convinces me to try
No sign, no signal, shows me where to go
And yet, if I do nothing, I will die
Defeated, crushed, reluctant to resist
Abandoned by a fate I do not feel
My spirit, swathed in suffocating mist
Escapes, to search inside for what is real
My nemesis is always, only, me
The worst of what I am, but should not be
